User blog:TheEtanMan/Zarlac

 Zarlac

       Zarlac the black fox emerged out of his tent out into the most beautiful morning in Mossflower. He saw the green forest; he felt the heat of the sun on his fur, he felt his fur heat up and get silky. He heard the birds sing and the rippling brook run down on the left of his tent.

        Even though he felt it physically he did not feel it spiritually, he was cold, dark, and damp in his heart, if he had one. He was alone and cruel, he didn’t care about who he killed and how he did it.

        He died alone and miserable. By a badger’s huge paw swiping across his back and breaking his spine with a snap. He was thrown into the sea and sunk down to his doom.